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&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I have to admit, I LOVED &lt;a href="http://www.austinkleon.com/2011/03/30/how-to-steal-like-an-artist-and-9-other-things-nobody-told-me/" target="_blank"&gt;Austin Kleon's website&lt;/a&gt; when I found it a few months ago. It made so much sense to me, the things he said, and now it's in book form too. Check it out.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;We each have our own individual voice and when we come across the creative output generated by someone else--in other words, find a &lt;i&gt;really good idea&lt;/i&gt;--that moves us, speaks to us in a deep and meaningful way, it would only make sense that we would try something similar ourselves and put our own unique spin on it. Essentially take what that person did and then say it again in our &lt;b&gt;own voice&lt;/b&gt;.&amp;nbsp;Steal like an Artist.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;It may sound really great when you are the &lt;i&gt;thief&lt;/i&gt;, but when you are who is being &lt;i&gt;stolen from&lt;/i&gt;, well...it's not so much fun anymore. It feels like a violation.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I was all for a Utopian society in which we all shared ideas and resources, supporting each other in our art and encouraging each other to be the best we could be. Unfortunately, when alliances have already been formed and you are the odd man out, you are the one who is stolen from and everyone else reaps the benefits.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I had really hoped to find other people who would support me in my efforts and be there for me. Help me be the best I can be and encourage me to do what I do. Alas, that was not the case and I'm the lone wolf again.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Are there any other angst-filled artists out there looking for a wing-man? If so, I'm your girl.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I like coffee and critiques; occasional walks on the beach and deep conversations about self-actualization and&amp;nbsp;the meaning of life. I am unfailingly loyal and will support you in any way I can to help you realize your full potential, but you will have to do the same for me in return. It's called reciprocity.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Here's my singles ad: &lt;i&gt;Melancholy, tormented female writer looking for the companionship of other melancholy, tormented artists.&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I'm back on the market. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Here's hoping I find my tribe. I need them.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Well, unless you fast forward seven years when I was expecting the imminent arrival of my precious baby boy on Valentine's Day. That was even sweeter than the proposal, and Hubbs totally got credit for it. Even though that was more of a God thing than a Hubbs thing, but still. I counted Hubbs as the benefactor and gave him mad props for gifting me with progeny. Duckie arrived on February 16, not February 14, but that totally counted as a Valentine's gift that year; especially since he was a scheduled c-section and I didn't have to feel a thing! Perfection all around.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Anyway, as you can see, my standard for Valentine's Day has been set pretty high.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Don't get me wrong; I wasn't expecting diamonds or babies.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;But flowers would have been nice.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Unfortunately, Cupid didn't get the message this year. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Hubbs came home late, no flowers in sight. He hadn't reminded Duckie to make me a valentine or do anything for me at all, even though BOTH of them received little lovie-gifts from me.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Ugh. BOYS! Thoughtless.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;So last night, on Valentine's Day, I took myself out on a date and left those two at home. I saw "The Vow" &amp;nbsp;(it was good but not great), had popcorn and Diet Pepsi for dinner, got hit-on by the guy who was collecting movie tickets (he told me "anytime you want to see a movie, you let me know," &lt;i&gt;wink wink&lt;/i&gt;). I said "I will!,"&amp;nbsp;&lt;i&gt;wink back&lt;/i&gt;, (because isn't that what I'm doing when I hand my ticket to him right before walking into the movie theater anyway?) After the movie, I even stopped and bought myself flowers. (I also almost bought a Valentine's Day voodoo doll and a few safety pins, but then thought better of it. You know, karma and all).&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;When I arrived home, this was waiting for me:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://p.twimg.com/Alqoi6RCQAEhF4M.jpg:large" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="https://p.twimg.com/Alqoi6RCQAEhF4M.jpg:large" width="476" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;True love. It's like a fairy tale.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;img alt="Paris in Spring 98" src="http://i1216.photobucket.com/albums/dd375/dbbrummer/signature.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6684072122115856131-4305237805250989972?l=www.parisinspring98.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/DianaParisInSpring98/~4/EDRpKd5eywU" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.parisinspring98.com/feeds/4305237805250989972/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.parisinspring98.com/2012/02/cupid-had-his-arrow-up-his-ass-this.html#comment-form" title="2 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6684072122115856131/posts/default/4305237805250989972?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6684072122115856131/posts/default/4305237805250989972?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/DianaParisInSpring98/~3/EDRpKd5eywU/cupid-had-his-arrow-up-his-ass-this.html" title="Cupid had his Arrow up his Ass this Year" /><author><name>ParisInSpring98</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="16" height="16" src="http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" /></author><thr:total>2</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://www.parisinspring98.com/2012/02/cupid-had-his-arrow-up-his-ass-this.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DE4BQnY7fCp7ImA9WhRaEUk.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6684072122115856131.post-9029837403980407391</id><published>2012-02-13T10:29:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2012-02-13T10:29:13.804-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2012-02-13T10:29:13.804-05:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="this writing life" /><title>Do You Consider Yourself a Published Author?</title><content type="html">&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Last weekend I attended a meeting of one of the local romance writers chapters in my area. During this meeting the membership began discussing projects for the upcoming year and, in particular, the rules for their two annual writing contests: one for published authors and another for unpublished authors. Evidently there was to be a big discussion--and a determination was going to be made--as to whether a "self-published" or "indie" author is actually considered a "published author."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Hmmm...this question directly applies to me, seeing as how I recently &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Metamorphosis-ebook/dp/B0064VYZQO/ref=sr_1_1?s=digital-text&amp;amp;ie=UTF8&amp;amp;qid=1320894343&amp;amp;sr=1-1" target="_blank"&gt;published a work of fiction&lt;/a&gt; which is available for download on every e-reader under the sun but does not actually exist in print copy anywhere except in my own filing cabinet. And because I happened to be sitting next to the president of the chapter, I turned to her and jokingly said,&amp;nbsp;"Well, which contest should I enter?" and she asked me in return, "Do you consider yourself published?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;It's a fair question. Here are my thoughts on the matter:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I can see how authors who have gone the traditional publishing route, spending a lifetime not only honing their writing craft, but then countless days, weeks, months, and years finding an agent and then a publisher before being rewarded by seeing their work in print, may consider us self-pubbers to be a bunch of ego-maniacs who have no real talent or skill and who have essentially "cut the line" into publication. No doubt, this problem does exist. When you upload a manuscript into one of the digital publishing platforms available on the web, whatever is in that digital file is what is going to get released. Whether on a digital e-reader or inside a print-on-demand hard copy book, if the file contains mistakes, the final product will also contain mistakes. It is up to whoever is publishing it to control for those mistakes.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;A traditionally published author usually has the benefit of a team of "publishing professionals" standing behind him or her who, at least in theory, are there to make sure the final product is as close to perfect as it can be. In contrast, self-published authors do not typically have the benefit of a team of "publishing professionals" working with them and therefore, it would just make sense that unless a self-published author takes their work very seriously and is concerned with quality control themselves, there is no one else standing by to do it for them.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;So, is being considered a "published author" a matter of producing a high-quality product and making it available for public consumption, or does it go beyond that? Are we really talking about the &lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;act of being published&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt; (as self-published authors are) or are we talking about &lt;b&gt;gaining admittance into an elite club&lt;/b&gt; of writers who have been validated by the publishing industry at large and believe their work is of higher value than that of someone who has not gone the traditional publishing route? &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I think &lt;i&gt;that's&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;the real question.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;It rings of discrimination to me, how about you?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;So, to answer the question: &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;YES, I consider myself a published author and&amp;nbsp;I'd like to share with you why I feel this way.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;1. I am an academically trained writer. I have a degree in English with a concentration in creative writing. I did not just wake up yesterday and decide to publish a book. I've been developing this skill since I first learned to hold a pencil. In short, I've been working toward this goal all my life. Not only do I love writing, I have an affinity for it, which resulted in academic success and recognition as well as pursuing it as a career choice.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;2. I take my work seriously. I always have. Although I have not pursued publication of my &lt;i&gt;fiction&lt;/i&gt; writing full time, it does not change the fact that I have been published many times over in the fields of non-fiction, technical writing, mass media, and through the functions of various jobs I've held throughout my career.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;3. Although my recent novel was not developed in the traditional sense through a publishing house, I did the necessary research and found a freelance editor who nonetheless filled that role. I took the responsibility of establishing my own quality control and hired a professional from the industry to help me do just that. What is even more interesting is that because of the recent downturn in business in the publishing industry, editors who used to be on staff at the major publishing houses have now lost their staff positions and have gone freelance. The editor I hired to produce my novel is the same guy who would have been editing my manuscript had it been purchased through an established publisher anyway. &lt;i&gt;Think about that.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;4. I view self publishing as a &lt;b&gt;business decision.&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp;It is in &lt;i&gt;my&lt;/i&gt; best interests to&amp;nbsp;maintain the rights to--and control over--my work. This is infinitely more important than the need to have my ego massaged by the gatekeepers of the publishing industry. No matter how flattering it might feel, I understand that it is more important for me to maintain control over my work than to give up my rights so that I can be artificially validated by an industry that is quickly becoming obsolete.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;So I've given you my two cents. How about you? If you are a self-published, or even a traditionally published author, what are your thoughts? Do you identify self-published authors as published? Why or why not?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;img alt="Paris in Spring 98" src="http://i1216.photobucket.com/albums/dd375/dbbrummer/signature.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6684072122115856131-9029837403980407391?l=www.parisinspring98.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/DianaParisInSpring98/~4/QpYVa5jp-8Y" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.parisinspring98.com/feeds/9029837403980407391/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.parisinspring98.com/2012/02/do-you-consider-yourself-published.html#comment-form" title="2 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6684072122115856131/posts/default/9029837403980407391?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6684072122115856131/posts/default/9029837403980407391?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/DianaParisInSpring98/~3/QpYVa5jp-8Y/do-you-consider-yourself-published.html" title="Do You Consider Yourself a Published Author?" /><author><name>ParisInSpring98</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="16" height="16" src="http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" /></author><thr:total>2</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://www.parisinspring98.com/2012/02/do-you-consider-yourself-published.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;A0EEQn44fip7ImA9WhRbF0Q.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6684072122115856131.post-7899832031419500250</id><published>2012-02-09T09:58:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2012-02-09T10:00:03.036-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2012-02-09T10:00:03.036-05:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="deep thoughts" /><title>Paradigms, Social Constructs, and Anthills...</title><content type="html">&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;When I was a kid, about thirteen or so, I asked my friend's mom if she ever felt like the earth was just one giant anthill that seemed huge to us, but in actuality, was self-contained and tiny enough to fit into a jar and be observed by the children of beings greater than ourselves. Much like human kids get ant farms for Christmas and watch, amazed, as the ants live and work and die behind the terrarium glass.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;My friend's mom laughed, took a pull on her cigarette and said, "Oh Diana, that's why we love ya. Where do you come up with this stuff?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;But she never answered my question. Maybe I didn't know how to ask it at the time. Or maybe she didn't think it was her job to tell me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;It was my way, a kid's way, of saying that I thought something was wrong. That the entire world was in on a great big secret and everybody knew what it was except me. That the earth on which I lived, as it spun on its axis, was just a little bit crooked. So instead of being sure-footed and able to walk upright with ease, I was constantly tripping, falling, and having to cling to something so I could pull myself back up again. I was always a few paces behind everyone else and I couldn't figure out why.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Now that I'm an adult, I can throw out words like "revelation" and "paradigm" and "social construct" and it makes more sense. A nice, intellectual way to explain chronic denial, paranoia, and dysfunction that I always knew was wrong...but I couldn't have told you why. When it's the way you were raised and all you ever knew, well, it was all I ever knew.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Now I know more. Now I even know what to call it.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;A shift in my paradigm has taken place.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I'm no longer living in the ant farm behind the glass.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Now I am one of the greater beings observing it and seeing it for what it is.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;A faulty social construct.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img alt="Paris in Spring 98" src="http://i1216.photobucket.com/albums/dd375/dbbrummer/signature.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6684072122115856131-7899832031419500250?l=www.parisinspring98.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/DianaParisInSpring98/~4/UwO1-7j7mY4" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.parisinspring98.com/feeds/7899832031419500250/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.parisinspring98.com/2012/02/paradigms-social-constructs-and.html#comment-form" title="2 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6684072122115856131/posts/default/7899832031419500250?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6684072122115856131/posts/default/7899832031419500250?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/DianaParisInSpring98/~3/UwO1-7j7mY4/paradigms-social-constructs-and.html" title="Paradigms, Social Constructs, and Anthills..." /><author><name>ParisInSpring98</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="16" height="16" src="http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" /></author><thr:total>2</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://www.parisinspring98.com/2012/02/paradigms-social-constructs-and.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;AkEBRHY5fip7ImA9WhRbEkU.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6684072122115856131.post-7253950479934201280</id><published>2012-02-03T12:04:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2012-02-03T12:04:15.826-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2012-02-03T12:04:15.826-05:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="funny" /><title>A Friday Funny</title><content type="html">&lt;b style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0.917969); color: #222222; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"&gt;Only a Farm Kid Would Think of This...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0.917969); color: #222222; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0.917969); color: #222222; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
When you're from the country, your perception is a little different.......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0.917969); color: #222222; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0.917969); color: #222222; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0.917969); color: #222222; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"&gt;A Missouri farmer in his pickup, drove to a neighbor's, and knocked at the door. A boy, about 9, opened the door&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0.917969); color: #222222; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0.917969); color: #222222; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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"Is your Dad home?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0.917969); color: #222222; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0.917969); color: #222222; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
"No sir, he isn't; he went to town."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0.917969); color: #222222; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0.917969); color: #222222; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
"Well, is your Mother here?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0.917969); color: #222222; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0.917969); color: #222222; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
"No sir, she went to town with Dad."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0.917969); color: #222222; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0.917969); color: #222222; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
"How about your brother, Howard? Is he here?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0.917969); color: #222222; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0.917969); color: #222222; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
"No sir, He went with Mom and Dad."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0.917969); color: #222222; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0.917969); color: #222222; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
The rancher stood there for a few minutes, shifting from one foot to the other, and mumbling to himself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0.917969); color: #222222; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0.917969); color: #222222; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
"Is there anything I can do for you? I know where all the tools are, if you want to borrow one, or I can give dad a message."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0.917969); color: #222222; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0.917969); color: #222222; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
"Well," said the rancher uncomfortably, "I really wanted to talk to your Dad. It's about your brother Howard getting my daughter, Suzie, pregnant."'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0.917969); color: #222222; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0.917969); color: #222222; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0.917969); color: #222222; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
The boy thought for a moment. "You would have to talk to Dad about that. I know he charges $500 for the bull and $50 for the hog, but I don't know how much he charges for Howard."&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0.917969); color: #222222; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;********&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
My apologies friends for the sparse posting this week. I've started some new material that is beyond&amp;nbsp;&lt;b&gt;exciting &lt;/b&gt;for me and it has devoured all my time and energy since last Monday!&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I plan to resume regularly scheduled programming next week.&lt;br /&gt;
Have a great weekend! ♥&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Rck4YwwOiQ4/TxG3tFInrBI/AAAAAAAAAK0/WiOYRSMWJyo/s320/KB+comp.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Rck4YwwOiQ4/TxG3tFInrBI/AAAAAAAAAK0/WiOYRSMWJyo/s200/KB+comp.jpg" width="150" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: large;"&gt;Her first novel &lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Breathless&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;was just released in January 2012.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-KsQFuSV7Cx8/TxG3sevFOaI/AAAAAAAAAKo/WwmmC-NokLY/s200/KB+Breathless+comp.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-KsQFuSV7Cx8/TxG3sevFOaI/AAAAAAAAAKo/WwmmC-NokLY/s200/KB+Breathless+comp.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #500050; font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 12pt;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 12pt;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Enjoy the interview!&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;1. Tell us about your work: what is your genre, fiction/non-fiction, romance, sci-fi, mystery, etc.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;I write mostly suspense and mystery. I love murder and mayhem, as long as it’s not occurring to me or mine. Sometimes I throw it into a romance or something humorous.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;2. Tell us about your background: where you went to school and for what, publishing history, where you live, traditional publishing or indie publishing, are you a member of writers groups, do you have an official author bio to share?&amp;nbsp;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;I have had no training in the art of writing. Just ask my editor. I’m so comma challenged it’s ridiculous.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;I started writing ten years ago, but didn’t really get serious until about eight. It was then I realized I didn’t know anything about writing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;My first release&amp;nbsp;&lt;i&gt;Breathless&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;came out January 13, 2012. I went with a small publishing house just to get my feet in the door. I’m glad I did. I love working with the people at Pelican Book Group. They’re wonderful. My novella&amp;nbsp;&lt;i&gt;Game of&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;Hearts, set to be released in March, is with Astraea Press. They’re also small, but they seem to have it together also. I might consider self-publishing in the future, but right now I’m working toward getting an agent.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;I was the President of Florida Sisters in Crime from January 2010 – December 2011. Currently, I am the Public Relations Director and Membership Director for Ancient City Romance Authors. I also help with the quarterly newsletter at First Coast Romance Writers.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;However, to survive and pay bills, I am a paralegal in Jacksonville, Florida, and work for an attorney who specializes in guardianships, probate, and estate planning.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;i&gt;3. What do you consider your greatest accomplishment and greatest disappointment?&amp;nbsp;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;My greatest accomplishment is getting my two daughters raised to be wonderful women. My oldest not only works full-time, but has started a photography business. She did my picture on my website,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.kathrynjbain.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: windowtext;"&gt;www.kathrynjbain.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;. My youngest is a freshman in college. Both are wonderful, loving girls.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;My greatest disappointment is in probably not finding God sooner than I did. He would have kept me from doing a bunch of stupid stuff.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;4. Describe a typical workday. Do you write around a day job? How do you get your writing done? Are you willing to share a photo of your workspace?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;My typical day starts at 5:30 a.m. I get up and exercise, then shower. I don’t think the clients would appreciate me stinking all day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;I then write from about 6:30 – 7:30. When I get home, I either do some sort of marketing, work for one of my writer’s groups, or revise something I’m working on.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;However, I do take most Sunday’s off and just sit around and read and watch tv. Right now I’m actually watching all the seasons of Perry Mason. I know I’m weird.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;My office space is in my den. I have an HD television that is equipped with wi-fi so I use my television as my computer monitor. It keeps me from getting distracted. And with the 27” screen, I can actually read what I’m doing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;5. What is the last book you read that really moved you?&amp;nbsp;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;I haven’t read a book lately that really moved me. I usually read suspense or mystery so what I read isn’t that deep. But then, neither am I.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;The best book I’ve read this year is titled&amp;nbsp;&lt;i&gt;You are Next&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;by Katia Lief. I like how she used first person so you could get all the emotional stuff from the heroine, especially when the killer was after her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;6. What’s on your bucket list? &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;I have two main things on my bucket list. One is to go white water rafting. I’m not talking the real dangerous stuff, just maybe something bumpy but gentle. After all, I am a chicken.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;The second is to go to the PBR (Professional Bull riding Championship) in Las Vegas. Gotta love those cowboys.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;7. Do you have a “secret to your success” that you are willing to share?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;The secret to my success is determination and patience. If God would do things in my time, I’d have been published eight years ago. Unfortunately what I would have put out would have been junk.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;8. Describe your most recent project and where we can find it!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;My newest release is titled&amp;nbsp;&lt;i&gt;Breathless&lt;/i&gt;. It is inspirational romantic suspense. My heroine, Lydia, is a widow who falls for the new motorcycle riding minister. He is a former DEA agent and has a secret that could tear their love apart. A stalker in the background wants to put a stop to their budding relationship, even if it means committing murder.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;You can get the e-book anywhere e-books are available. However, you can only get the print book through me. Visit&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.kathrynjbain.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: windowtext;"&gt;www.kathrynjbain.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;to find out how, and to get a $2.00 of coupon on a signed print book.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Thanks so much to Kathryn Bain for the great interview! For more information on Breathless and to claim your $2.00 coupon, &lt;a href="http://kathrynjbain.com/booksarticlesetc/" target="_blank"&gt;visit her website&lt;/a&gt;. For more information on the author, read &lt;a href="http://kathrynjbain.com/about/" target="_blank"&gt;Kathryn's bio&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://kathrynjbain.com/" target="_blank"&gt;visit her blog&lt;/a&gt; today. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Hard to believe but I only have one photo of daily life from this weekend. I had a great weekend, but didn't take photos of any of it. My bad.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I'll still give you the highlights though...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;♥ Saturday morning 8:30 football game in thirty degree weather. That should be illegal.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;♥ Saturday (later) morning huge school fundraiser. Noise, fun, noise. Fun.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;♥ Saturday (lunchtime) I attended the RWA meeting for my local chapter called&amp;nbsp;&lt;i&gt;ACRA&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;(Which is the acronym for Ancient City Romance Authors). [Hi guys! *waves*] My critique buddy, K, has had some bad luck befall him so he wasn't able to attend the meeting. It turned out to be "just the girls." We had an awesome workshop discussing critique groups and how to form one of your own--full of good advice, but I'll be honest: it gave me flashbacks to those fiction and drama workshops I took in college. The ones where you hand out your manuscript to your professor and all your classmates two weeks ahead of time and then prepare yourself to have your skin ripped from your body layer by tender layer as the entire class collectively "critiqued" it for you in person. Oh. My. God. That's the kind of experience PTSD is made of. I now prefer a much more private &lt;strike&gt;skinning&lt;/strike&gt;&amp;nbsp;(I mean)&amp;nbsp;&lt;i&gt;critique&lt;/i&gt;, thank you very much.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;♥ Sunday morning Unity (spread the ♥!) followed by a birthday party for one of Duckie's classmates.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;♥ Monday was so busy that it felt like another weekend day. I got very little work done but did get some appointments handled and even got to see my BFF from childhood tonight! She was in Jax for an appointment herself and stopped by for dinner on her way through. What a great treat!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Tonight I'm a little bummed. I normally get this way after a visit to the FIRM.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;That's why I posted the photo of myself and Decoy.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Whenever I need a hug, he's on the job.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;He even whispers sweet nothings in my ear.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;He says, &lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;*Mom, buy more milk bones, okay? Thanks*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Not really.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;He never says thanks.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;He's not great with pleasantries.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;But he's a good dog all the same.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img alt="Paris in Spring 98" src="http://i1216.photobucket.com/albums/dd375/dbbrummer/signature.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6684072122115856131-4732446820317211456?l=www.parisinspring98.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/DianaParisInSpring98/~4/PYZ87YpHA4E" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.parisinspring98.com/feeds/4732446820317211456/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.parisinspring98.com/2012/01/weekend-in-photo.html#comment-form" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6684072122115856131/posts/default/4732446820317211456?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6684072122115856131/posts/default/4732446820317211456?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/DianaParisInSpring98/~3/PYZ87YpHA4E/weekend-in-photo.html" title="Weekend in Photo" /><author><name>ParisInSpring98</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="16" height="16" src="http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-6OlfCreYCy0/TydLPhq3w6I/AAAAAAAABOc/e29wYYi7Jl8/s72-c/jan+30+2012+001.JPG" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://www.parisinspring98.com/2012/01/weekend-in-photo.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;AkMDRHw7fCp7ImA9WhRUGEU.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6684072122115856131.post-5086233728166548735</id><published>2012-01-29T20:54:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-29T20:54:35.204-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2012-01-29T20:54:35.204-05:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="author interviews" /><title>Popping in to Say...</title><content type="html">&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Rck4YwwOiQ4/TxG3tFInrBI/AAAAAAAAAK0/WiOYRSMWJyo/s1600/KB+comp.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Rck4YwwOiQ4/TxG3tFInrBI/AAAAAAAAAK0/WiOYRSMWJyo/s320/KB+comp.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Hi guys! I hope you have had a fabulous weekend. Mine has been pretty great... I’ll tell you all about it tomorrow. I’m just popping in right now to remind you that author &lt;a href="http://kathrynjbain.com/" target="_blank"&gt;Kathryn Bain&lt;/a&gt; will be interviewed on my blog on Wednesday! YAY! She will be answering personal questions, writing questions, and discussing her new book &lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Breathless&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;You don’t want to miss it!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;Come out of your shell, reach out, and contact someone.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;The theme of this next series of posts in Professional Writing 101 has to do with keeping your writing queue full. Topped off. Having stuff lined up to write about at all times. That means focusing on topics you are interested in and even topics that you just might want to learn more about. If you are writing about topics that you know little to nothing about, invariably some research will be required. You may think of research as what you did in junior high school (or should I say what&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt; I&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt; did in junior high school): sitting in a dusty library, pouring over the stacks, trying to make sense of the Dewey Decimal System and digging for dimes in the bottom of my backpack because the photocopier cost ten cents per page. &amp;nbsp;The good 'ole days.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Research can mean all sorts of things. Library research, internet research, throwing a question out on Facebook to see if your friends know something about a topic you might not. All of those things count.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I want to toss another idea out at you: &lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;contact someone.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Whoa. You mean, like pick up the phone and call somebody?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Yeah. Even scarier, make an appointment and &lt;i&gt;meet them in person&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;This will blow you away even further:&lt;b&gt; become interested in their story, who they are, and what they can teach you&lt;/b&gt;&lt;i&gt;. &lt;/i&gt;Then write about it.&amp;nbsp;&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Contacting someone and explaining to them that you are a writer and are interested in what they do is one of the most interesting ways to get to know somebody. You can learn so much by the simple act of just being interested.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;While staying in Montana last summer, I learned what it’s like to be a cowboy on a dude ranch. I learned that the movie "&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/media/rm2379449600/tt0101587" target="_blank"&gt;City Slickers&lt;/a&gt;" actually depicts a real life thing. City dwellers go out to the "wilderness" to do things like work cattle and ride horses for relaxation. I learned what "outfitting" is. How did I learn all this? I struck up a conversation with a cowboy and asked him how he'd come by his job and what it entailed. Simple as that.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;And you can too.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I approached an author recently and requested an interview. She responded with the best comeback I’ve heard in a while:&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;“Of course I will. You should know by now, I am my own favorite subject.”&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;(By the way, author&lt;a href="http://kathrynjbain.com/" target="_blank"&gt; Kathryn Bain &lt;/a&gt;is being interviewed right here next Wednesday. So don’t miss it!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;It was a funny, lighthearted response to which I, in turn, thanked her profusely, and it illustrates my point exactly. Most people are their own favorite subjects. They just don't realize it.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;If you’re smart, you will become your own favorite subject too.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Contacting strangers to inquire about what they do, where they live, or just who they are is how you find new characters and new situations for your writing. You may meet people who have overcome great odds. Let them inspire you and then share that inspiration by writing about it. You may learn something you never knew you always wanted to know. You may meet someone who could change your life; or at least change your mind, which I think can be just as important.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;And now, my next chunk of advice: &lt;b&gt;return the favor&lt;/b&gt;.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;As writers we all have "writer friends."&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;We all have blogs. We are all looking for interesting content that inspires us. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;It is the reason that we do what we do: to share our interesting, funny, sometimes heartbreaking stories with the world and with each other.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;You may be someone else’s inspiration. How will you ever know unless you are willing to share your story too? &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;If you aren't already, become your own favorite subject. Make it known what information and life experiences you have to share. Be open and receptive to being contacted for information.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;It’s all in the name of research. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;It's what keeps a professional writer busy while the amateurs are sitting around wondering what to write about next. We already know.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I met &lt;a href="http://www.thebarw.com/" target="_blank"&gt;him&lt;/a&gt; last summer.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;And I'm interviewing &lt;a href="http://kathrynjbain.com/" target="_blank"&gt;her&lt;/a&gt; on Wednesday. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;And I've met a ton of interesting people in between--who I can't wait to write about.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Next week I want to discuss some of the different places we can park and sell what we write. How your research into a particular topic can lead you to several different pieces of writing that can be spread over several different markets. We’ll talk about turning non-fiction into fiction and into creative non-fiction and all the stops in between.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;☼ If you are new to this series, I am now offering the first 10 articles of Professional Writing 101 in pdf format for FREE! To request a copy, click &lt;a href="http://parisinspring1998.blogspot.com/p/send-me-copy.html" target="_blank"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;☼ Come back next Wednesday when author of &lt;i&gt;Breathless&lt;/i&gt;, &lt;a href="http://kathrynjbain.com/" target="_blank"&gt;Kathryn Bain&lt;/a&gt;, will be interviewed.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Oh friends, I am shocked and embarrassed by the story I'm about to share with you. I'll start by saying it's true. 'Cause although I'm a fiction writer, I'm not sure even I would have come up with this on my own.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;*Sigh. Hangs head in shame.*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I got into a verbal altercation today with a woman in Wal-Mart.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Not just in Wal-Mart. In the Wal-Mart bathroom.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;How does this happen?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Today was early release day from school and since I like to make other people suffer as I suffer, Duckie got recruited to run errands with me all afternoon. We ended up, last stop of the day, at the Mandarin Wal-Mart to do a big household supplies/grocery trip. We started on the non-perishable side of the store, shopping through the pharmacy, pet food aisle and office supply section &lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;(my personal favorite! You should totally see my new project planner I found. It rocks!)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt; and were just heading over to the the grocery section when I had to empty my bladder. Yes, I just announced on my blog that I had to pee. A fact of life. There it is.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;So what do you do when you are shopping with your seven-year-old son and have to use a public restroom with no "family restroom" in sight? You take said seven-year-old into the women's rest room and make a beeline for the larger handicapped stall before anyone sees you, that's what.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Unfortunately, today my extra-large handicapped stall was occupado and we had to split up into two separate stalls instead. As I was in the middle of "taking care of business" I hear an old crotchety woman's voice start yelling at Duckie, "You don't belong in here! You use the other bathroom!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;To which I promptly yelled, "He's not going anywhere!!! He's staying in here with his MOTHER!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Keep in mind, Duckie (being a boy) is super fast at "taking care of business," and was already waiting for me by the sinks. The old lady who had been in the handicapped stall had come out, found him there waiting for me and started yelling at him. I thought she yelled at him because she thought he was alone and had walked into the wrong restroom. Evidently, I was wrong because even after I yelled at her from behind my closed stall door, she continued yelling at Duckie some more telling him to "get out!"&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Unbelievable that some old lady would try to send my seven-year-old little boy either out into a huge box store alone or, even worse, alone into a men's restroom that could hold fifteen men at any given time!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I hurried out as fast as I could, mainly to make sure she didn't scare Duckie out into the store alone. Also because if I'm going to get into a screaming match, I like to be face to face and preferably not while urinating. Alas, I was too slow because when I left my stall the lady was already gone.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;This, however is where it gets even more interesting...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Duckie told me that she wasn't some random old lady in a public restroom. She was a WAL-MART EMPLOYEE! &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Yelling&lt;/i&gt; at small children. Yelling at &lt;i&gt;my&lt;/i&gt; small child.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I trucked it up front and complained to the manager on duty. Since I didn't get a look at the employee, not much could be done. The information we got from Duckie was that she was "old" and the name on her name tag was spelled "Bright." I think he might have meant "Bridget" but who can be sure?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;For the record, I learned that the Mandarin Wal-Mart &lt;i&gt;does&lt;/i&gt; have a family restroom which this pleasant lady &lt;i&gt;could&lt;/i&gt; have directed us to for future use. Glad to see her people skills led her in another direction entirely though. The pinnacle of great customer service that we all hope to achieve! &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Tell me you guys, how do you handle using public restrooms with your opposite gender child when it appears a family restroom doesn't exist? Has something like this ever happened to you?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Have you ever had a screaming match with a stranger in a public restroom in front of your child trying to prevent them from running out into a store alone because they were the wrong gender to be in that restroom?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Maybe it's&amp;nbsp;just me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I totally need to start shopping at Target.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;So tell me…what’s on YOUR Bucket List?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #500050; font-size: 12pt;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-SZIVKeRvvRc/TsK4PPaLJrI/AAAAAAAABF4/GkHAL0KVIuc/s1600/bucket+icon.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-SZIVKeRvvRc/TsK4PPaLJrI/AAAAAAAABF4/GkHAL0KVIuc/s320/bucket+icon.jpg" width="264" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;I want to welcome my new friend and writing buddy &lt;b&gt;Skye Taylor&lt;/b&gt; of &lt;a href="http://www.askyetaylor.com/life_at_the_beach" target="_blank"&gt;Barefoot on the Beach&lt;/a&gt; to the blog &amp;nbsp;today! She is an amazing lady who has already done incredible things (as you can see from that link up there)! However, she has a couple more things on her Bucket List that she's going to share with us today!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;1. Do&amp;nbsp;you have an outrageous/frightening/incredibly unique item on your Bucket List? What is it?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #500050;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;I want to be a passenger in a plane landing and taking off the deck of an air craft carrier but I'll probably have to settle for flying in an amphibious plane taking off and landing in the water.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #222222; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: #000099; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #000099; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;I also want to spend New Year's Eve in Edinburgh, Scotland.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;2.&amp;nbsp;When did you first hear about or decide this was something you really wanted to do?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #500050;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;I'm an adrenalin junkie. I have always loved roller coasters, the bigger and wilder the better. I took up skydiving and absolutely loved it. Now that was flying, pure and simple, with the wind rushing by at 125 mph, able to do rolls and flips, then enjoy a lovely ride under canopy as the ground came up to meet me. Unfortunately for me, probably due to the crazy things I did as a kid, I have several compromised discs in my back and I've been encouraged to give up roller coasters and skydiving. I have always been in love with flying, in any size aircraft, but watching programs like JAG and specials on life aboard an aircraft carrier, taking off and landing on the deck of one of these seems like the ultimate flying experience.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #222222; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="color: #000099; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;"&gt;After the last of my kids left home and I was a widow, New Year's eve seemed like a lonely night, and I challenged myself to find new and different ways to spend it. I've been to Times Square on NYE 2000 with a friend and the following year to Williamsburg - now there's a contrast! I've also been two years on a remote island in the South Pacific in a country that is the very first to jump into the new year. Young men make popping sounds by dropping a match into a hollow bamboo tube filled with kerosene and all the local churchbells ring. I've been in Boston and Paris and watched fireworks in St. Augustine Florida, too. But Edinburgh is supposed to be the best celebration of all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="color: #222222; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;"&gt;3.&amp;nbsp;&lt;b&gt;What is it about your Bucket List dream that is challenging or frightening to you? What is preventing you from acting on this now or in the near future?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #500050;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #500050; font-family: Arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;"&gt;I'm not in the Navy and not in any profession that might get me a such a ride - that's why I think the amphibious plane will be my fulfillment.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #222222; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #000099; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;"&gt;It's a challenge to get to Scotland on New Year's Eve because I don't want to go alone and so far haven't found anyone who wants to go with me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="color: #222222; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;"&gt;4.&amp;nbsp;&lt;b&gt;What is holding you back from completing this task? What kinds of things could you put into action now in order to make your dream a reality?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #500050;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #500050; font-family: Arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;"&gt;If I was a Times Best Selling author writing thrillers about Navy pilots, I might be able to wrangle such a ride. Guess I'll just have to keep working on the publishing angle!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #222222; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #000099; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;"&gt;There's also the cost.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="color: #222222; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;"&gt;5.&amp;nbsp;&lt;b&gt;Describe the feeling of accomplishment you believe you would have when you face your fear, stop making excuses, and&amp;nbsp;&lt;i&gt;Just Do It&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #500050;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #500050; font-family: Arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;"&gt;I think it would be the thrill of a lifetime.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #222222; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #333399; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;"&gt;Such a trip would leave me with lovely memories to last a lifetime and photos to revisit whenever I like.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.allbestwallpapers.com/wallpaper/military/image/uss_theodore_roosevelt_(cvn_71),_aircraft_carrier.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://www.allbestwallpapers.com/wallpaper/military/image/uss_theodore_roosevelt_(cvn_71),_aircraft_carrier.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #333399; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;(&lt;a href="http://www.allbestwallpapers.com/military-uss_theodore_roosevelt_(cvn_71),_aircraft_carrier_wallpapers.html" target="_blank"&gt;source&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #333399; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: large;"&gt;Thank you Skye for sharing your Bucket List with us today! If anybody out there knows a Navy Pilot who would land Skye on an aircraft carrier you know where to reach her: 1-800-DAREDEVIL.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: large;"&gt;Just kidding! She can be reached right &lt;a href="http://www.askyetaylor.com/contact" target="_blank"&gt;HERE&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: large;"&gt;Stop by &lt;a href="http://www.askyetaylor.com/life_at_the_beach" target="_blank"&gt;her blog&lt;/a&gt; and have a look around! The things Skye has ALREADY done will amaze you and clearly, we just don't know what she may surprise us with next!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: large;"&gt;Thank you Skye! ♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;☼ &amp;nbsp;To see more Bucket List posts, click &lt;a href="http://parisinspring1998.blogspot.com/search/label/the%20bucket%20list" target="_blank"&gt;HERE&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;☼ If you would like to be featured in a Bucket List post yourself, contact me &lt;a href="http://parisinspring1998.blogspot.com/p/contact.html" target="_blank"&gt;HERE&lt;/a&gt;. I'd love to hear from you! &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;img alt="Paris in Spring 98" src="http://i1216.photobucket.com/albums/dd375/dbbrummer/signature.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6684072122115856131-2775432276233582818?l=www.parisinspring98.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/DianaParisInSpring98/~4/GwZVtC_OgRA" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.parisinspring98.com/feeds/2775432276233582818/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.parisinspring98.com/2012/01/bucket-list-i-want-to-land-on-aircraft.html#comment-form" title="1 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6684072122115856131/posts/default/2775432276233582818?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6684072122115856131/posts/default/2775432276233582818?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/DianaParisInSpring98/~3/GwZVtC_OgRA/bucket-list-i-want-to-land-on-aircraft.html" title="The Bucket List: I Want to Land on an Aircraft Carrier" /><author><name>ParisInSpring98</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="16" height="16" src="http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-SZIVKeRvvRc/TsK4PPaLJrI/AAAAAAAABF4/GkHAL0KVIuc/s72-c/bucket+icon.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>1</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://www.parisinspring98.com/2012/01/bucket-list-i-want-to-land-on-aircraft.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CEUBRHg6eip7ImA9WhRUFE4.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6684072122115856131.post-6232006933848835157</id><published>2012-01-24T14:10:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-24T14:10:55.612-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2012-01-24T14:10:55.612-05:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="this writing life" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="deep thoughts" /><title>Perfection</title><content type="html">&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I have come across the same quote in three different places over the last week or so. The first time I heard it, I thought,&amp;nbsp;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Whoa, Diana, that's a good one. Make sure you remember that! You should write that down!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;The second time I heard it, I scratched my head, and grabbed a pen. I DID actually write it down that time. Then, just last night while reading one of my &lt;a href="http://www.marcandangel.com/" target="_blank"&gt;favorite blogs&lt;/a&gt;,&amp;nbsp;I saw it again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;This time the message was loud and clear. It was like the voice of God saying, &lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Diana this means YOU!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
So,this is what the voice of God told me:&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;"The world doesn't reward you for perfection. The world rewards you for getting things done."&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I can't begin to tell you how applicable this statement is to me and my life. From the time I was a kid, I have belabored almost everything I have ever done. Homework that took most kids 45 minutes or an hour to finish took me all night. You couldn't ask me to do a research paper or a science fair project unless you wanted to see obsessive compulsion at its finest. Anything I did had to be perfect. There was no other option.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;That obsessive-compulsiveness hung around all through high school and then college. Then, something remarkable happened: I got a job. A nine-to-five job. I had a boss and a schedule and, although I had a great deal of autonomy over the program I was running, I had a calendar to follow. I had deadlines that were not &lt;i&gt;self imposed.&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;Suffice it to say, I started working smarter and faster and more efficiently. I had so much going on that I learned how to do things to the best of my ability and then &lt;i&gt;move on &lt;/i&gt;because&amp;nbsp;the next project was waiting.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I developed faith that my "best ability" was good enough. My work didn't have to be "perfect" because it was the little imperfections that made it special, unique, and desirable. The little imperfections are what made my work uniquely mine.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I had conquered obsessive-compulsive perfectionism. I was FREE!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Fast forward to today: I don't think God would be speaking to me so persistently if I &lt;i&gt;wasn't &lt;/i&gt;having a problem, do you? &amp;nbsp;Yeah, me either.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I work for myself. I make my own schedule. I'm in charge of my own quality control and I have to admit, the perfectionism thing is rearing its ugly head again. I am great at working on a deadline and producing work for other people in a timely fashion, but I'll admit, my own work has been languishing. What I realize is that when things don't move forward rapidly enough, when I lose momentum, not only is it difficult to finish a project, but I give myself too much time to consider whether it's good enough. If I don't have a deadline, I can literally work on one particular thing &lt;i&gt;forever&lt;/i&gt; in the pursuit of perfection. But I just established that it's the &lt;b&gt;imperfections that make a masterpiece,&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp;not the other way around.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;This is crazy.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I might be in need of an intervention.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Luckily, I heard the message loud and clear and at least I can follow directions.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="text-align: -webkit-auto;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;The world doesn't reward you for perfection. The world rewards you for getting things done.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;That's going on my magnet board right now.&lt;br /&gt;
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P.S. My friend Skye Taylor of &lt;a href="http://www.askyetaylor.com/life_at_the_beach" target="_blank"&gt;Barefoot on the Beach &lt;/a&gt;will be here tomorrow for a Bucket List post! Don't miss it. She's an amazing lady already...what more could she have on her list that she hasn't already done? You'll be surprised...☺&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6684072122115856131-6232006933848835157?l=www.parisinspring98.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/DianaParisInSpring98/~4/_xN9bhlR7KQ" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.parisinspring98.com/feeds/6232006933848835157/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.parisinspring98.com/2012/01/perfection.html#comment-form" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6684072122115856131/posts/default/6232006933848835157?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6684072122115856131/posts/default/6232006933848835157?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/DianaParisInSpring98/~3/_xN9bhlR7KQ/perfection.html" title="Perfection" /><author><name>ParisInSpring98</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="16" height="16" src="http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://www.parisinspring98.com/2012/01/perfection.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DUEBSHs8fyp7ImA9WhRUE04.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6684072122115856131.post-4253155977179363351</id><published>2012-01-23T11:54:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-23T11:54:19.577-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2012-01-23T11:54:19.577-05:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="over the weekend" /><title>Weekend in Photos</title><content type="html">&lt;center&gt;&lt;img alt="Paris in Spring 98" src="http://i1216.photobucket.com/albums/dd375/dbbrummer/ediphonejan232012065.jpg" width="625" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt; &lt;center&gt;&lt;img alt="Paris in Spring 98" src="http://i1216.photobucket.com/albums/dd375/dbbrummer/ediphonejan232012068.jpg" width="625" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt; &lt;center&gt;&lt;img alt="Paris in Spring 98" src="http://i1216.photobucket.com/albums/dd375/dbbrummer/ediphonejan232012071.jpg" width="625" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;We had a rather low-key weekend by Brummer standards. A friend of ours gave us tickets to the circus and we went on Saturday. I usually boycott&amp;nbsp;circuses&amp;nbsp;and fairs due to the animals rights stuff that goes on, but I must say, we had a really good time. I had kind of rationalized it in my head that the animals that perform in the circus are actually well-cared for; vetted, fed properly, and generally loved and respected by their trainers and keepers. Speaking from experience, anyone who has it in their heart to work with animals does so for the love of animals. Animal work, whether you are a trainer, vet, or poop-scooper is generally hard, laborious work for relatively little pay. If you don't do it for love, there's little reason to do it.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;For the record, I'd totally run away and join the circus just to get to work with the elephants.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;I want an elephant so bad right now. I love elephants. Have you ever seen anything so amazing?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;However, that whole rationale-dance that went on in my head went bust when I googled "animals rights violations" and found this:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;"In 2011, the circus agreed to pay a $270,000 fine for alleged violations of the Animal Welfare Act. This is the largest penalty ever assessed against an animal exhibitor under this legislation."&lt;/i&gt; &lt;/b&gt;(Here's the &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Ringling_Bros._and_Barnum_%26_Bailey_Circus" target="_blank"&gt;source&lt;/a&gt;.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I know, I know...if I could live with being uninformed, I think I'd be much happier hiding in my little rosy-colored world where I didn't check Wikipedia. But I love Wikipedia. Almost as much as elephants. Almost.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img alt="Paris in Spring 98" src="http://i1216.photobucket.com/albums/dd375/dbbrummer/signature.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6684072122115856131-4253155977179363351?l=www.parisinspring98.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/DianaParisInSpring98/~4/uF1GGQg75F4" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.parisinspring98.com/feeds/4253155977179363351/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.parisinspring98.com/2012/01/weekend-in-photos.html#comment-form" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6684072122115856131/posts/default/4253155977179363351?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6684072122115856131/posts/default/4253155977179363351?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/DianaParisInSpring98/~3/uF1GGQg75F4/weekend-in-photos.html" title="Weekend in Photos" /><author><name>ParisInSpring98</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="16" height="16" src="http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://www.parisinspring98.com/2012/01/weekend-in-photos.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CUEMQ389cSp7ImA9WhRUEkw.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6684072122115856131.post-5750352554012441720</id><published>2012-01-22T01:28:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-22T01:28:02.169-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2012-01-22T01:28:02.169-05:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="that's life" /><title>Picnik is Belly Up come April. Wah!!!</title><content type="html">&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Bad news friends...my favorite, user friendly, digital photo editing app (Picnik.com) is getting the ax in April. From what I've read, Google purchased Picnik back in 2010 and they promised to make beautiful music together. Now, a couple years later, Picnik is wildly popular and Google is going to capitalize on the popularity by rolling some of Picnik's stellar services into Google+ and otherwise ending Picnik as we know it.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I am so, so sad.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;It is kind of common knowledge across the internet that this is nothing more than a ploy by Google to boost the number of users on Google+. No doubt, Google+ can use whatever help it can get. It's not my favorite site, and my "friends" don't seem to be flocking to it either, which I find to be indicative of its overall usability and likability.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;So alas, we are left with...well, finally learning Photoshop, I guess?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I'm going through the list of possible alternatives to Picnik now. Some of them include: Pixlr, Splashup, Pixenate, Fotoflexer, Befunky, and iPiccy.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Have any of you used some or any of these programs already? If so, I'd love to know your thoughts! Otherwise, I will be experimenting between now and April and will let you know what I discover to be the *best* replacement for my beloved Picnik.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Shame on you, Google. Shame on you.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;img alt="Paris in Spring 98" src="http://i1216.photobucket.com/albums/dd375/dbbrummer/signature.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6684072122115856131-5750352554012441720?l=www.parisinspring98.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/DianaParisInSpring98/~4/g9onzRd7Nzg" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.parisinspring98.com/feeds/5750352554012441720/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.parisinspring98.com/2012/01/picnik-is-belly-up-come-april-wah.html#comment-form" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6684072122115856131/posts/default/5750352554012441720?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6684072122115856131/posts/default/5750352554012441720?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/DianaParisInSpring98/~3/g9onzRd7Nzg/picnik-is-belly-up-come-april-wah.html" title="Picnik is Belly Up come April. Wah!!!" /><author><name>ParisInSpring98</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="16" height="16" src="http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://www.parisinspring98.com/2012/01/picnik-is-belly-up-come-april-wah.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;C08HQnw8cSp7ImA9WhRUEU8.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6684072122115856131.post-1517875038514696363</id><published>2012-01-21T23:56:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-20T23:57:13.279-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2012-01-20T23:57:13.279-05:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="this writing life" /><title>The "Formula" Novel</title><content type="html">&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Blogging is one of those crazy things I do for which I don't have a good explanation. On the one hand, it's sort of a compulsion, fueled by the need to be heard. On the other, it's a constant balancing act between saying what &amp;nbsp;I want to say and saying too much. I read an interesting quote yesterday in one of the fifteen books I always seem to be reading at once. It goes something like this: &lt;i&gt;"The need to be loved is stronger than the need to be heard."&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I think that sums up what I'm feeling right now. My need to feel loved is stronger than my need to be heard.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;At least that's what I'm telling myself; but typing that sentence just feels wrong. Like I'm running away from something important that I don't want to face but need to face just the same.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Can I just come out and say it? Can I tell you what's going on?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I'm preparing to start a new "formula novel." At least that's what I call a novel that is totally outlined and plotted before I type word one. I already know what is going to happen in chapter one, two, three, four...all the way to the end, including the epilogue. I liken this kind of writing to cooking. The recipe is right there in front of me, all I have to do is mix the ingredients in the proper amounts and in the correct order, stir a little, pop it in the oven and let it bake for a while. In about two months, out will come a novel. It will be a good story. An inspiring story. An uplifting, everybody-wins-in-the-end kind of story. The kind of story that is fun and easy to write and will be fun and easy to read.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;So why am I belly-aching? There really is nothing to complain about, is there?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Maybe. Maybe not.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I've been working on a particular manuscript for the past year now. It's full of personal demons, family secrets, and dark, dark themes that I can say&amp;nbsp;unequivocally I'm not proud to have grown up with. It's a story that has affected me deeply and it's a story that needs to be told. However, as soon as it's published it will be very clear to any of my family members who read it which character is whom.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;It's still my story. It still needs to be told. I need it to be heard.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I want to pull the monsters out of the closet and shine a spotlight on them to take away their power.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;But I'm wondering if my need to be loved is stronger than my need to be heard right now.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Telling this dark tale--which to the rest of the world will masquerade as literary fiction--has the potential to cause hurt feelings and rifts amongst a family that already has its share of problems. Is that something that I really want to deal with? Even though it is a story that I will have to tell sooner or later in order to be true to myself?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I don't know. These are the things I'm struggling with right now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;This is the stuff that other writers have faced and ultimately it is a personal decision.One only I can make.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;That precarious balance between being true to yourself and potentially hurting people you love.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;In the name of art? Or in the name of healing?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Or is it because angst becomes art the same way grit becomes a pearl?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;What to do, what to do...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img alt="Paris in Spring 98" src="http://i1216.photobucket.com/albums/dd375/dbbrummer/signature.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6684072122115856131-1517875038514696363?l=www.parisinspring98.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/DianaParisInSpring98/~4/AIZWbN4qBDg" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.parisinspring98.com/feeds/1517875038514696363/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.parisinspring98.com/2012/01/formula-novel.html#comment-form" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6684072122115856131/posts/default/1517875038514696363?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6684072122115856131/posts/default/1517875038514696363?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/DianaParisInSpring98/~3/AIZWbN4qBDg/formula-novel.html" title="The &quot;Formula&quot; Novel" /><author><name>ParisInSpring98</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="16" height="16" src="http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://www.parisinspring98.com/2012/01/formula-novel.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DEQEQHY8eCp7ImA9WhRUEEU.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6684072122115856131.post-8530936775062884764</id><published>2012-01-20T14:05:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-20T14:05:01.870-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2012-01-20T14:05:01.870-05:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="101" /><title>101 Ways to Become a Professional Writer: #91</title><content type="html">&lt;div style="background-color: white; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-IwcWJ61savY/TqiymhjpImI/AAAAAAAABBI/SWg-9u0lwwQ/s1600/ed+writing+icon.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Trebuchet, Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-IwcWJ61savY/TqiymhjpImI/AAAAAAAABBI/SWg-9u0lwwQ/s1600/ed+writing+icon.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Trebuchet, Verdana, sans-serif; line-height: 12.45pt; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Diversification:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Trebuchet, Verdana, sans-serif; line-height: 12.45pt; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Trebuchet, Verdana, sans-serif; line-height: 12.45pt; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Now, what was it you were &lt;strike&gt;talking&lt;/strike&gt; writing about again?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Trebuchet, Verdana, sans-serif; line-height: 12.45pt; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Trebuchet, Verdana, sans-serif; line-height: 12.45pt; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Today's post marks a mini-milestone in this series. We are officially &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://parisinspring1998.blogspot.com/search/label/101" target="_blank"&gt;10 posts&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt; into jump-starting your writing career. Up to this point, we have discussed different strategies that will take you from being a wannabe writer to a real, live, working writer. We've discussed things like making time to write, juggling your writing duties and your day job, personal organization, time management, and finding your voice--as well as professionalism and treating your writing job like the business it is.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Trebuchet, Verdana, sans-serif; line-height: 12.45pt; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Trebuchet, Verdana, sans-serif; line-height: 12.45pt; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;All those topics have led me to--not just the &lt;i&gt;topic&lt;/i&gt; I want to discuss next but--the &lt;i&gt;theme&lt;/i&gt; of the topics I want to discuss next. Do you know which theme I'm talking about? It's an important one otherwise known as: &lt;i&gt;how to keep your writing queue full so that you always have work coming in and, along with it, a paycheck&lt;/i&gt;.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Trebuchet, Verdana, sans-serif; line-height: 12.45pt; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;We need to talk about &lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;diversification&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt; people.&lt;br /&gt;
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When I was a kid, my dream was to fill library shelves with the books I had written. Shelf after shelf of my good ideas poured onto the page so that they could be shared with the world. It's a noble dream. A valid dream. A dream shared by many a writer. Unfortunately, there was a piece of my dream that I hadn't quite worked out at the time: what kinds of books would be lining those library shelves I had imagined?&lt;br /&gt;
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Whatever do you mean? Whatever books I wanted to write, of course. &lt;br /&gt;
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Yes, yes. That's why the theme of our next set of posts is so important. &lt;br /&gt;
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Writers love writing and reading. So, go figure, when they discuss their work, those are the things they typically discuss: why they love writing, and whose writing they love reading at the moment. Unfortunately, writing about writing will not sustain a writer. A writer has to have an arsenal of topics which they are comfortable writing about at any given time.&lt;br /&gt;
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What kinds of things do you enjoy writing about? I want you to jot down a quick list. Do it now. I’ll be here when you get back.&lt;br /&gt;
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And hey, don't over think it. Just jot down the things that pop into your head: the things you know enough about that you could write about them intelligently and for a broad audience without having to do a ton of research.&lt;br /&gt;
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Okay…ready?&lt;br /&gt;
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Take your time. But not too much time. (The over-thinking thing, remember?)&lt;br /&gt;
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...how about now?&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="background-color: white;"&gt;Great! See, told you I'd still be here.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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How long is your list? Did you come up with ten topics that you think you could write about that would fit those parameters?&lt;br /&gt;
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Now, be really honest. Of those ten topics, which of them are you truly comfortable writing about? Which of them do you feel most &lt;i&gt;confident&lt;/i&gt; about? Whether you set out to write a blog post, an article, or a full book-length manuscript, you have to know enough about your subject so that your information is accurate, engaging, insightful and intelligent. How is your list measuring up now?&lt;br /&gt;
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Your list may have included things you are interested in like: politics, scuba diving, flying airplanes, stock car racing, bio-medical engineering, the stock market, or religion.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Do you, at this moment, have the background necessary to write knowledgably on these topics you just listed?&amp;nbsp;Or, are you basically winging it?&lt;br /&gt;
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Because, keep in mind, the people reading what you write may very well be politicians, scuba divers, pilots, race car drivers, stock market analysts, biomedical engineers and theologians. If you are not an expert yourself in one of these fields, have you at least done your homework (i.e. done the research necessary) to write intelligently about a topic which other intelligent, informed people may end up reading (or so you would hope)?&lt;br /&gt;
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Hmmm...you may be thinking, &lt;i&gt;my life is a little boring. Maybe I don't have as much to write about as I previously thought.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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Never fear. I'm here to tell you, you're not alone.&lt;br /&gt;
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Let me throw a name at you: &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Diablo_Cody" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Diablo Cody&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/a&gt;. You may recognize her as the author/screenwriter responsible for &lt;i&gt;Juno, &lt;/i&gt;a little 'ole piece of work that won the Academy Award for Best Original Screenplay in 2007. Diablo Cody has also written/talked about at great length that she &lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;became a stripper to give herself something to write about&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;, an experience which she chronicled in her memoir &lt;u&gt;Candy Girl: A Year in the Life of an Unlikely Stripper &lt;/u&gt;(which yes, I have read. And liked, as I recall...)&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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As a writer, you have to give yourself permission to diversify your life. I'm not saying you need to become a stripper or that you need a list of ten things at which you are an expert, but you do need a list of two or three or four that you know a lot about. These can be areas of expertise gleaned from past work experience, your educational background, or a hobby that you passionately pursue. These topics will fuel your writing because you are interested in them naturally and when you're involved in something that you love, your inclination will be to share it. Do so by writing about it. &lt;br /&gt;
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That doesn't mean that you can't write about a myriad of other things. All it takes is doing the proper research before releasing that final copy. &amp;nbsp;A &lt;a href="http://www.elizabethsinclair.com/home.html" target="_blank"&gt;friend of mine&lt;/a&gt; wrote a &lt;a href="http://ancientcityromanceauthors.blogspot.com/2012/01/is-indepth-research-must.html" target="_blank"&gt;phenomenal post&lt;/a&gt; on this topic recently and I'll tell you more about it next week when we discuss RESEARCH.&lt;br /&gt;
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So, I'll show you mine if you show me yours...&lt;br /&gt;
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Your&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt; list,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt; I mean!&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;u&gt;My go-to arsenal of never-ending topics to write about include:&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white;"&gt;computers and technology&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white;"&gt;veterinary medicine&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white;"&gt;child-rearing (up to and including age 7)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white;"&gt;travel&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;personal training (fitness, nutrition, holistic lifestyle)&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white;"&gt;inspiration, motivation, productivity and time management&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div&gt;How about you? What's on your list? What are some of the areas that you love to write about?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Share in comments!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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Have a great weekend friends. Go forth and diversify yourselves!&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Ruffled Wool Jacket::Radzoli (thrifted), Tuxedo shirt::Kohls, jeans::Tommy Bahama&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;My blog stats reported that the search terms "Tommy Hilfiger Boots" brought visitors to my website today. I'm coming to realize that the search terms that land visitors on my blog are just as often clothing related as they are writing related. It's hard to believe that I blog about my clothes nearly as often as I blog about writing. This is even harder to believe because, most days, I don't even get dressed. I go straight from bed, to workout wear, to home office, to gym, to shower, back to workout wear. &amp;nbsp;It's all about comfort.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Unless I am actually getting dressed in real clothes. Then it's about ruffles.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Interested in seeing more of my clothing obsession?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Click &lt;a href="http://parisinspring1998.blogspot.com/search/label/dresses" target="_blank"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://parisinspring1998.blogspot.com/search/label/pants" target="_blank"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://parisinspring1998.blogspot.com/search/label/shoes" target="_blank"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://parisinspring1998.blogspot.com/search/label/skirts" target="_blank"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt; and...well, you get the idea.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;(Come back on Friday. We'll be talking about writing again. Promise.)&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img alt="Paris in Spring 98" src="http://i1216.photobucket.com/albums/dd375/dbbrummer/signature.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6684072122115856131-8418305022522593213?l=www.parisinspring98.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/DianaParisInSpring98/~4/VmbsGDZt2XQ" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.parisinspring98.com/feeds/8418305022522593213/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.parisinspring98.com/2012/01/what-i-wore-blue-ruffled-bliss.html#comment-form" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6684072122115856131/posts/default/8418305022522593213?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6684072122115856131/posts/default/8418305022522593213?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/DianaParisInSpring98/~3/VmbsGDZt2XQ/what-i-wore-blue-ruffled-bliss.html" title="[What I Wore] Blue Ruffled Bliss" /><author><name>ParisInSpring98</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="16" height="16" src="http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://www.parisinspring98.com/2012/01/what-i-wore-blue-ruffled-bliss.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;D04NQ3g8eSp7ImA9WhRVGU0.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6684072122115856131.post-5141144687337608663</id><published>2012-01-18T11:35:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-18T11:59:52.671-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2012-01-18T11:59:52.671-05:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="build a blog" /><title>Build A Blog: What the heck is Tumblr anyway?</title><content type="html">&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://29.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_ly031wBSDu1r6iyygo1_500.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://29.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_ly031wBSDu1r6iyygo1_500.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;(&lt;a href="http://weheartit.com/entry/16982574" target="_blank"&gt;source&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;There are so many social networking sites out there. I'm a tech junkie and want to learn how to use them all. However, &lt;a href="http://www.tumblr.com/" target="_blank"&gt;Tumblr&lt;/a&gt; is the one site that, I must admit, I just didn't &lt;i&gt;get&lt;/i&gt;. I mean, what the heck is it for? I would visit Tumblr every once in a while, bounce around looking at other peoples' feeds, trying to figure out what kinds of stuff you put on your "Tumblr blog." The best I could figure was that it was a parking lot for random, yet interesting, photos from across the internet. Cool? Maybe. Interesting? Sure. Valuable use of my time? Probably not.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Then I came across an article in the Romance Writers of America magazine that I receive every month. (I would do a better job of citing that article for you but alas, I am no longer in possession of the magazine. I tend not to hold on to non-digital reading material for very long. I'm pretty sure it was the December issue though. Or maybe November. Or if they mailed out the January issue way in advance, it could've been that one too). Let me just tell you what it said (I'll have to paraphrase):&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Tumblr is a site where you can gather articles, blog posts, photographs, and other favorite items from across the internet so that they are available to view&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;b&gt;all in one place&lt;/b&gt;&lt;i&gt;. You can share your collection with other people simply by giving them the link to your Tumblr account.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Ah hah! The light bulb finally came on over my head!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Tumblr FINALLY made sense to me!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Let me explain why:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote class="tr_bq"&gt;*By linking articles on Tumblr, the link to the original source of the information remains in tact. This is super important because when the web crawlers scan the internet in order to catalogue web content, it is crucial that duplicate content does not exist. Duplicate content destroys search rankings because the search engine does not know which site contains the "original content" and which does not. Therefore, to prevent multiple hits on the same content during web searches, the search engines ignore the content all together. This is a big deal if YOU are the originator of valuable web content that no longer leads visitors to your website.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote class="tr_bq"&gt;*By placing your favorite articles on Tumblr, you still get to share the good information you've found from across the internet all in one place while maintaining the integrity of the original content. If you don't think this is very important right now, just wait until YOU are the writer whose work gets stolen and duplicated and then no longer benefits you. It's not a fun spot!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;blockquote class="tr_bq"&gt;*Using Tumblr helps protect fellow writers as well as yourself.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Although I would not spend my time scouring the internet for random, yet interesting, photos and gifs just to have something to place on a Tumblr feed, I do come across interesting articles every day, written by people I admire and would like to archive for future reference. Tumblr is now my spot on the internet to do just that. And, as the article said, the bonus is that I now have an "interesting article and photograph link" to share with you!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Drum roll please...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I present to you: &lt;a href="http://parisinspring98.tumblr.com/" target="_blank"&gt;my Tumblr feed.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;Do you have any tips, tricks, or advice for using different social media and networking sites? Share in comments!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;img alt="Paris in Spring 98" src="http://i1216.photobucket.com/albums/dd375/dbbrummer/signature.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6684072122115856131-5141144687337608663?l=www.parisinspring98.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/DianaParisInSpring98/~4/Xo2-hol0yEs" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.parisinspring98.com/feeds/5141144687337608663/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.parisinspring98.com/2012/01/build-blog-what-heck-is-tumblr-anyway.html#comment-form" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6684072122115856131/posts/default/5141144687337608663?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6684072122115856131/posts/default/5141144687337608663?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/DianaParisInSpring98/~3/Xo2-hol0yEs/build-blog-what-heck-is-tumblr-anyway.html" title="Build A Blog: What the heck is Tumblr anyway?" /><author><name>ParisInSpring98</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="16" height="16" src="http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://www.parisinspring98.com/2012/01/build-blog-what-heck-is-tumblr-anyway.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;AkMBSHc6fip7ImA9WhRVF0s.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6684072122115856131.post-8341361894138713087</id><published>2012-01-17T21:45:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-16T21:47:39.916-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2012-01-16T21:47:39.916-05:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="over the weekend" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="travels" /><title>Weekend in Photos~Jekyll Island</title><content type="html">&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This long weekend took us to Jekyll Island, Georgia.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It was a nice surprise that it was only about an hour and fifteen minute drive from home in Jacksonville.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The day was beautiful. Breezy and cool, yet sunny.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Who knew fishing piers could have "architecture?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Or there could be so much to do in the middle of no where?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;No doubt, there's a real "Amity" vibe.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Nice beaches (da-dum, da-dum)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;*whisper* &lt;i&gt;don't go into the water&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;How was your weekend?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img alt="Paris in Spring 98" src="http://i1216.photobucket.com/albums/dd375/dbbrummer/signature.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6684072122115856131-8341361894138713087?l=www.parisinspring98.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/DianaParisInSpring98/~4/DsrzqboQNBM" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.parisinspring98.com/feeds/8341361894138713087/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.parisinspring98.com/2012/01/weekend-in-photosjekyll-island.html#comment-form" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6684072122115856131/posts/default/8341361894138713087?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6684072122115856131/posts/default/8341361894138713087?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/DianaParisInSpring98/~3/DsrzqboQNBM/weekend-in-photosjekyll-island.html" title="Weekend in Photos~Jekyll Island" /><author><name>ParisInSpring98</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="16" height="16" src="http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://www.parisinspring98.com/2012/01/weekend-in-photosjekyll-island.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;A0EFRH49cSp7ImA9WhRVF0w.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6684072122115856131.post-4295890364754950219</id><published>2012-01-16T08:13:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-16T08:13:35.069-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2012-01-16T08:13:35.069-05:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="pinterest" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="how to" /><title>How to Make a Magnet Board</title><content type="html">&lt;center&gt;&lt;img alt="Paris in Spring 98 Magnet Board" src="http://i1216.photobucket.com/albums/dd375/dbbrummer/howto.jpg" width="650" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;My daily affirmations were posted all over the bathroom mirror on sticky notes. They were constantly falling down and I was constantly re-writing them. I had a bare little section of wall above my toiletry basket and I just knew it would be the perfect spot for a magnet board for the purpose of holding all my little inspirational sayings. So, this is what I did!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Supplies Needed: 1 cookie sheet, pretty scrap-booking paper, scissors, a hot glue gun, double sided tape, and some wide ribbon.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;First, I measured and cut my paper to fit the size of the cookie sheet.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Next, I measured and cut out sections of wide ribbon to cover the edges of the cookie sheet and to make a hanger.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Then, I taped the scrap book paper to the cookie sheet using double sided tape.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Not pictured (because I didn't trust myself to use the camera and hot glue gun at the same time):&lt;br /&gt;
hot glue the ribbon to the edges of the cookie sheet to make a frame. Hot glue two sections of ribbon to the back of the cookie sheet to make a faux hanger.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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Almost done! I mounted the magnet board to the wall using Command poster strips. It was so light that it was the best and easiest way to attach it. I used a tiny finishing nail to tack the ribbon "hanger" up to give the appearance that it was being hung like a picture. I moved all my post-it notes from the mirror on to the magnet board and pinned them there with tiny colorful magnets I found at Office Depot.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Gratuitous picture of my cat walking on my bathroom vanity but it gives you an idea of the spot I had to fill and how I filled it. Super easy little project and the perfect fit! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Skirt: Tommy Hilfiger, Top: Tommy Bahama, Vest: vintage, Boots: St. Johns Bay, Socks: Kohls, Scarf: &lt;i&gt;purchased under peer pressure on the shopping trip for Tia's birthday.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;We have developed a tradition over the last couple of years. Two of my good girlfriends and I go out for lunch and on a big thrifting expedition in celebration of each of our birthdays. This past week was Tia's birthday and it was perfect timing because a) we needed an excuse to go thrifting b) we needed another excuse to drink a bottle of wine with our lunch specials and c) clearly I needed to be pressured into buying another scarf. Since thirty-five of them is not nearly enough. &amp;nbsp;Maybe that will be my next challenge: to photograph myself wearing a different scarf everyday and post the photos on instagram. I betcha I'll still be posting new photos at least a month and a half from now...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Challenge. Accepted.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Wanna watch it unfold...?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Follow me @parisinspring98.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;It. will. be. epic.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;img alt="Paris in Spring 98" src="http://i1216.photobucket.com/albums/dd375/dbbrummer/signature.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6684072122115856131-6504879491210007719?l=www.parisinspring98.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/DianaParisInSpring98/~4/ls5BF-RBenU" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.parisinspring98.com/feeds/6504879491210007719/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.parisinspring98.com/2012/01/what-i-wore-peer-pressure.html#comment-form" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6684072122115856131/posts/default/6504879491210007719?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6684072122115856131/posts/default/6504879491210007719?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/DianaParisInSpring98/~3/ls5BF-RBenU/what-i-wore-peer-pressure.html" title="[What I Wore] Peer Pressure" /><author><name>ParisInSpring98</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="16" height="16" src="http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://www.parisinspring98.com/2012/01/what-i-wore-peer-pressure.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;AkcNR34zeSp7ImA9WhRVFEo.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6684072122115856131.post-7461364532428453093</id><published>2012-01-12T23:17:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-13T13:08:16.081-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2012-01-13T13:08:16.081-05:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="reviews" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="jacksonville" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Restaurants" /><title>13 Gypsies</title><content type="html">&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This cute little restaurant is located in Riverside in Jacksonville&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;and has been featured on the&amp;nbsp;Food Network show&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;i&gt;Diners, Drive-ins, and Dives&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We had to check it out:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;Center&gt;&lt;img alt="Paris in Spring 98, 13 Gypsies, Riverside" src="http://i1216.photobucket.com/albums/dd375/dbbrummer/ed123111043.jpg" width="650" /&gt;&lt;/CENTER&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We ordered 2 tapas and one entree to share.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img alt="Paris in Spring 98, 13 Gypsies, Riverside" src="http://i1216.photobucket.com/albums/dd375/dbbrummer/ed123111035.jpg" width="650" /&gt;&lt;/CENTER&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The restaurant itself is very small. Seating only for around 17 people.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My major complaint is that half of the seats were positioned so that the sun beats straight into your eyes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Hubbs was on the sunny side of the table and it was so bad we had to switch tables&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;when the table next to us left.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Annoying! Why not just hang more shades for certain times of the day?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;Center&gt;&lt;img alt="Paris in Spring 98, 13 Gypsies, Riverside" src="http://i1216.photobucket.com/albums/dd375/dbbrummer/ed123111037.jpg" width="650" /&gt;&lt;/CENTER&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We ordered the dishes featured on the Food Network:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Chorizo, dates and pears&lt;/div&gt;&lt;Center&gt;&lt;img alt="Paris in Spring 98, 13 Gypsies, Riverside" src="http://i1216.photobucket.com/albums/dd375/dbbrummer/ed123111040.jpg" width="650" /&gt;&lt;/CENTER&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Pasta L'Amatriciana&lt;/div&gt;&lt;Center&gt;&lt;img alt="Paris in Spring 98, 13 Gypsies, Riverside" src="http://i1216.photobucket.com/albums/dd375/dbbrummer/ed123111039.jpg" width="650" /&gt;&lt;/CENTER&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;and Roman Gnocchi&lt;/div&gt;&lt;Center&gt;&lt;img alt="Paris in Spring 98, 13 Gypsies, Riverside" src="http://i1216.photobucket.com/albums/dd375/dbbrummer/ed123111041.jpg" width="650" /&gt;&lt;/CENTER&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The pasta was nothing to write home about.&lt;br /&gt;
Unfortunately, I think we must have chosen the wrong entree.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Compared to the two tapas, the pasta was just fair.&lt;br /&gt;
But Hubbs will vouch the chorizo dish was one of the best he's ever tasted&lt;br /&gt;
and my choice of the Roman Gnocchi was divine!&lt;br /&gt;
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It's definitely worth another try.&lt;br /&gt;
However, next time we'll be wearing sunglasses!&lt;br /&gt;
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Has one of your hometown restaurants ever been featured on T.V.?&lt;br /&gt;
Did it live up to the hype?&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6684072122115856131-7461364532428453093?l=www.parisinspring98.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/DianaParisInSpring98/~4/EOYNAazOiYI" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.parisinspring98.com/feeds/7461364532428453093/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.parisinspring98.com/2012/01/13-gypsies.html#comment-form" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6684072122115856131/posts/default/7461364532428453093?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6684072122115856131/posts/default/7461364532428453093?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/DianaParisInSpring98/~3/EOYNAazOiYI/13-gypsies.html" title="13 Gypsies" /><author><name>ParisInSpring98</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="16" height="16" src="http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://www.parisinspring98.com/2012/01/13-gypsies.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CU8MQ30zfip7ImA9WhRVEkk.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6684072122115856131.post-2291809933432491632</id><published>2012-01-11T20:04:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-10T20:04:42.386-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2012-01-10T20:04:42.386-05:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="this writing life" /><title>Stoking the Creative Flame</title><content type="html">&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: left; margin-right: 1em; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;
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&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Creativity.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
I get overdressed because I work alone. So when I do have the occassion to get dressed, it's usually over the top.&lt;br /&gt;
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I change my hair color and style often.&lt;br /&gt;
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I wear &lt;i&gt;weird&lt;/i&gt; clothes a lot of the time. Not inappropriate clothes, but clothing that is often inappropriate for the event to which I'm wearing it.&lt;br /&gt;
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You know what? I don't care.&lt;br /&gt;
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When you're a writer--or have any artistic sort of job--you have to tap into your own creativity &lt;i&gt;a lot&lt;/i&gt;. Everyday. Your own creativity is your greatest resource. You wake up in the morning, grab your buckets, and make the long, dusty walk to the creative well inside your own mind. You fill bucket after bucket, some days making several trips. Then you throw your creativity, your own life force, onto a page for all to see.&lt;br /&gt;
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Although I believe there is a never-ending supply of good ideas to be had, I also believe you must feed your creative soul to keep it from running low, or drying up. You have to do whatever it takes to keep your source from becoming depleted.&lt;br /&gt;
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What do you do for yourself that's fun?&lt;br /&gt;
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What do you do that pushes the envelope and takes you out of your comfort zone?&lt;br /&gt;
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In what area of your life do you give yourself permission to have a &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;"screw you, I like it and I'm going to do it"&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt; attitude? &lt;br /&gt;
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I like clothes and shoes and makeup and hair dos.&lt;br /&gt;
I like turning an occasion into an&lt;b&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;i&gt;occasion!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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I like not being afraid to try something new, even if there is potential for embarrassment.&lt;br /&gt;
I think I'm brave that way.&lt;br /&gt;
Maybe that's what allows my writing to be brave too.&lt;br /&gt;
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How about you?&lt;br /&gt;
What do you do to fan the flame of your own creativity?&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;♥ I am waiting on a couple of new author interviews for &lt;a href="http://parisinspring1998.blogspot.com/search/label/author%20interviews" target="_blank"&gt;Writer Wednesday&lt;/a&gt; (you know who you are...) If YOU are an author with a recently published book, I'd love to interview you here on Paris in Spring. &lt;a href="http://parisinspring1998.blogspot.com/p/contact.html" target="_blank"&gt;Contact Me&lt;/a&gt;. I look forward to hearing from you!♥&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6684072122115856131-2291809933432491632?l=www.parisinspring98.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/DianaParisInSpring98/~4/5fBf0aT4iz8" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.parisinspring98.com/feeds/2291809933432491632/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.parisinspring98.com/2012/01/stoking-creative-flame.html#comment-form" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6684072122115856131/posts/default/2291809933432491632?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6684072122115856131/posts/default/2291809933432491632?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/DianaParisInSpring98/~3/5fBf0aT4iz8/stoking-creative-flame.html" title="Stoking the Creative Flame" /><author><name>ParisInSpring98</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="16" height="16" src="http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://www.parisinspring98.com/2012/01/stoking-creative-flame.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;D04DQX4_fip7ImA9WhRVEkw.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6684072122115856131.post-7366772885210754178</id><published>2012-01-10T21:47:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-10T12:19:30.046-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2012-01-10T12:19:30.046-05:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="reviews" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="books" /><title>"The Falls" by Joyce Carol Oates</title><content type="html">&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bks4.books.google.com/ebooks?id=QUH5PXFu91YC&amp;amp;printsec=frontcover&amp;amp;img=1&amp;amp;zoom=1" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://bks4.books.google.com/ebooks?id=QUH5PXFu91YC&amp;amp;printsec=frontcover&amp;amp;img=1&amp;amp;zoom=1" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I haven't done a book review in a quite a while and I'm pretty far behind on reviewing my reading list. I've been on a quest for years now to read the entire body of work by &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Joyce_Carol_Oates" target="_blank"&gt;Joyce Carol Oates&lt;/a&gt;. Have you read any biographical information on her? She truly is an amazing writer. She's a creative writing professor at Princeton University and is known to write upwards of eight hours per day in longhand. &lt;i&gt;Prolific &lt;/i&gt;doesn't even begin to describe her or her work ethic. Incensed, driven, obsessive maybe? I don't know, but I'd love to sign up for one of her creative writing classes and spend a little bit of time in her orbit just to see what makes her tick.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;If you haven't guessed already, I fall in love with the writer as much as I fall in love with their work. It's why I love doing &lt;a href="http://parisinspring1998.blogspot.com/search/label/author%20interviews" target="_blank"&gt;author interviews&lt;/a&gt; here on the blog. If the writer is captivating, then I'm almost guaranteed to find anything that they write equally captivating as well.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;What I found incredibly interesting about "The Falls" was the use of the setting as one of the main characters in the story. The book begins with a young, newly married couple who are honeymooning at Niagara Falls. The husband, who is homosexual and in denial of that fact, decides early one morning that, rather than remain married, he will commit suicide by jumping into the Horseshoe Falls while his new wife is asleep in the hotel room. True, this device could have been used any number of ways: the young groom could have stepped in front of an oncoming bus on the two lane road in front of their desert motel under the same set of circumstances and I might have been just as captivated. But for me, one of the most interesting parts of this book was the setting: Niagara Falls itself. The description of a suicide in the falls, how the idyllic little vacation community sustained itself year 'round and why it was so important to "cover up" an unsavory event such as a suicide. Then, as is the tendency of small, idyllic tourist areas, it couldn't sustain itself and began killing off it's inhabitants in yet other ways.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Even after the death of the young husband, events surfaced which kept the young wife in the city of Niagara Falls and thus the setting remained there for the duration of the book. Even as the human characters began to dull in my imagination, I found myself Google mapping Niagara Falls and the area surrounding it, trying to get a better idea of the layout and the geography of the place which was so pivotal to the story.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;So, I want to ask you: &lt;i&gt;have you ever lived in a place, or been so enamored with a certain geographical location, that the setting for your story became as important as the characters who were telling the story itself?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I would have thought for myself, the answer was a resounding &lt;i&gt;no&lt;/i&gt;. But...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;The book I'm working on now is based on events that happened in a little Florida town. Without the events, we'd have no story; but without the town, the events never would have happened in the first place.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;If it wasn't for the town, there would be no story to tell. Makes that town pretty darn important, I guess.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Kind of like The Falls. &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Now for the bigger question...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;How many margaritas did "The Falls" score?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Uh, maybe one. Or two. You know, to help get you through to the end.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Unless you are enriching your literary writing know-how, this story will leave you wanting.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;But as a piece of literary fiction that can show you a few tricks on character development when the character in question doesn't talk, move, breathe or live...well, grab your glass with the tiny umbrella in it, pull up a comfortable chair, and stay a while. Because that was pretty cool.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;And for me, it was perfect timing. It was a lesson I needed to hear.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Are you an author who has recently published a book? Are you interested in an author interview or a book review here on my blog? &lt;a href="http://parisinspring1998.blogspot.com/p/contact.html" target="_blank"&gt;Contact me&lt;/a&gt; and let me know. I'd love to hear from you!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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Happy Monday, everybody. These pics are going to get cross-posted on my "Favorite Places" page because I love this area of Jacksonville. This little eclectic community is right on the water--the north side of the St. Johns river--and appropriately called &lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Riverside&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;
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We visited Riverside to try out a restaurant called &lt;i&gt;13 Gypsies&lt;/i&gt;, which was featured on the Food Network on &lt;b&gt;Diners, Drive-ins, and Dives&lt;/b&gt; and scored a post all of its own. So stay tuned... you will be seeing that later this week.&lt;br /&gt;
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Here are some highlights from our tour of Riverside:&lt;br /&gt;
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♥ Old buildings lining the city streets make for great ambiance.&lt;br /&gt;
♥ Big Presbyterian Church on the main road. I love that door.&lt;br /&gt;
♥ Vintage clothing store full of great finds! NOT a thrift store, an actual vintage retailer (with prices to match)&lt;br /&gt;
♥ Murals on the walls of an old building and ferns growing out of the wall.&lt;br /&gt;
♥ Memorial Park, WWI memorial fountain&lt;br /&gt;
♥ Pretty tree lined path on the water&lt;br /&gt;
♥ Hubbs&lt;br /&gt;
♥ Yours truly.&lt;br /&gt;
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I'm wearing a new-to-me lambs wool American Eagle sweater and the scarf I bought to wear on our honeymoon... because Paris in spring time is cold! And so was Florida last week! Duckie gave me &lt;a href="http://web.stagram.com/n/parisinspring98" target="_blank"&gt;furry slipper boots&lt;/a&gt; for Christmas and boy have I been wearing them! Record breaking cold last week. But now, this week, the daytime highs are back up to nearly 80 with lots of sunshine.&lt;br /&gt;
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Florida, that's why I love thee.&lt;br /&gt;
Because I must wear fleece when the temps drop below 70 degrees and fleece just isn't very flattering.&lt;br /&gt;
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If you want to see more photo documentation of my life, follow me on twitter (@parisinspring98) and instagram (@parisinspring98). I promise it will be a rockin' good time. Promise. Well, maybe. I'll do my best. Promise. Rockin'.&lt;br /&gt;
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